SandScript 2023 [Digital Exclusive]

tasty fruit out of Brigid’s yard as they were not in season for long, and her father would often
save most of them for trading in other kingdoms.
Stepping onto the porch of the Lewis’s ordinary looking cottage, Brigid glanced at their yard,
but before she could start thinking of the childhood moments she had under the large fiery
Sapping Tree that engulfed their front yard, the door swung open with a boy running out the
door, “Hi Brigid! Bye Brigid!” Dom’s light blonde hair was a blur as he ran down the street, his
favorite orange jacket only half on, Brigid swearing to herself that the boy had only a single
shoe on.
“How long have you been here?” The third triplet Aidan asked as he ran his hand through his
dark green hair.
Brigid turned back to the reddish orange Sapplewood door with the perfectly polished golden
handle she remembered so well, the boy leaning against it like it was a natural position to be
in. “Just got here actually. Can I come in?” She motioned to move past him, her hand shaking
slightly.
“Yeah, I guess.” The boy pushed away from the door and stepped inside the brightly
decorated home with the small shrine of Mrs. Lewis directly ahead. “Dad is at work and
Rain went to visit one of the uncles for the day.” Aidan turned left into the parlor, not
acknowledging his brother's rush out of the house, dropping onto the navy-blue couch with a
loud humph.
“That’s okay, maybe you can help me?” She had never really been around Aidan without one
of the other two triplets around, but she didn’t want to do this alone. For the first time, she
felt like this was a task that had to be done with people she could trust, and Aidan was one of
the most trustworthy people she knew, though he could be quite harsh at times. The grunt of
acknowledgement the boy gave as he watched Brigid sit down on the matching lounge chair
across from him was enough for her to continue. “I found this, and I need help looking into it,”
she said as she reached into her duffle bag, pulling the crumpled map out.
For a few moments, the moody boy studied the map, one hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully,
just as his dad did when going through mail, and the other holding onto the mysterious paper.
“Alright, yeah. What do you want me to do?”
“I need help reading through some history. Maybe there is some sort of clue as to why this
was made? It looks real, right?” Brigid questioned, internally smiling at the fact that the boy
across from her hadn’t questioned why she was obsessing over a simple map. “I mean, it was
at Belbroke Library! That can’t be a coincidence.”
“Well, it has the seal from Belbroke’s official cartographer in the corner. It doesn’t look like the
most recent stamp so we should be able to narrow it down if we know what cartographer did
this. The stamp confirms that this was from 1817 but we don’t know if the same cartographer
did the updated version since they only do updates as new discoveries are made or every
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